I slammed the door of the Omega mess hut so hard the hinges rattled. Brielle jumped, nearly dropping her tray.
"Gideon was waiting for me outside," I snapped before she could ask. "He cornered me like a rat."
She set the tray down. "What did he want?"
I dragged a hand through my hair. "Dad's not in the northern prison anymore. Devon moved him. Guess where."
Brielle's eyes widened. "No."
"Underground cells. Right under the pack house. Fifty yards from Devon's damn bedroom." I laughed, bitter and broken. "Close enough I could scream and he might hear me. Far enough I can't do a damn thing about it."
Brielle reached for my arm. I stepped back.
"Gideon says the only wolves who ever get access down there are Devon's inner circle." I met her eyes. "And his assistant."
She understood instantly. "You're not seriously—"
"I'm already doing it, Brielle. I took the job yesterday. I just didn't know how much it was going to cost until five minutes ago."
